The revelation
I'll never have you back
solace found in darkness
in the shadow of your sillhouette
beneath the outlines of my memory.
Kisses,
aren't promises, but
I forget every time
in your shadow
I wallow
in my own inflicted misery.
In your shadow
under nicotine smoke
silently choke
weeping
for what you are to me
and weeping
for what
I will never be
to you.
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